The next time I saw Kade, school had started and Beau had gone home to Seattle. I walked by his locker and saw him talking to a petite blonde cheerleader with his arm up the wall. Of course he would end up with someone like her! As I passed them, she giggled at something he said and he reached out and brushed her cheek with his thumb. I rolled my eyes at the PDA and walked past with my head held high. Toad met me on the way to den and offered to carry my crap for me.
"Toad, do you have to act like we're a sappy couple that carries stuff for each other and kisses in the hallways? I liked you a lot better when you just threw stuff at me and shoved me off the sidewalk." I had told him stuff like this before, and he would apologize and try to act like he used to, but he would always revert to asking to help me and kissing my cheek before we left each other's presence. I groaned softly as he apologized yet again, and squeezed my hand awkwardly as I held my binder to my chest.
I was relieved as I walked into class and he was gone. I sat down and opened my binder, keeping everything tidy and color coded, knowing that by the end of the week at most, it would be exploding with little bits of paper I'd doodled on and ripped out of my notebook. School was so boring. I wished I could just leave already and start paying for art school with my own money from my own job that I kept telling myself I would get someday.
My new teacher tapped her desk with her pencil, clearing her throat softly and standing up. She tightened up her professional looking dress coat and buttoned it up. Some of the kids began to chatter quietly and cast smiles in each other's directions. I wondered why, this woman seemed dull and uptight. I groaned as she began writing her name on the board in neat little capital letters, spelling out "MISS BARCELETE." Some of the kids began to titter and she picked up a cup on her desk and slammed it down clearing her throat more loudly.
She picked up the cup and slammed it down again, clearing her throat twice. She did it again, clearing her throat once again! Then she repeated the action with another two throat clears. She slammed her hand down and picked up her pencil, throwing it down hard onto the desk, then repeated that. some of the kids began tapping their feet on the ground and clapping to some unknown beat. Miss Barcelete went faster, picking things up and scraping objects across the table.
After I got over my confusion, I realized what she was doing and broke out in a grin, clapping with the rest of the class. My homeroom teacher was laying down a sick beat! Out of office supplies! She turned around and threw a marker at the board and started rapping. I LIKED this woman! She was good at it too! Miss Barcelete explained in her rap that we could call her Miss Barcelete or we could go with Miss Bae, cause she was awesome don't care if haters hate. She paused, faking that she was deeply reconsidering something, and went on saying "nevermind think that's against the rules! Man, that sounds boring this is quite a dull school! I guess plain old Missus B has got to suffice! Now we gotta say the pledge, or you is gonna pay the price." She slowed down her last sentence and turned around to face the flag that hung above the board. I wanted to clap, but she had impeccable timing, and almost immediately after she turned around, the intercom crackled on and we heard the principle's voice over the loudspeaker.
"Welcome back to school, students, we as your staff here at Middleton High plan to make this another great year! We will now say the pledge of allegiance. You all know the drill, place your right hand over your heart and show some respect!"
The intercom went silent and we dully recited the pledge of allegiance. When we were finished, Miss B rolled her head back and sighed loudly as she turned around with much sass. "Ok, that's over with, any questions for moi?" Almost every hand went up. After that show of pure awesomeness, I knew everyone would be scrambling to talk to our new teacher, so I had opted to just stay quiet and smile. She looked at me and smiled deviously. Then she covered her eyes with her hand and said "all right all right! I am picking..." she roamed the classroom with her outstretched finger and stopped on me. "you! Ask me a question, dear. Any question, I don't care if it's about me or why moose antlers are so ugly-" the class laughed and she shrugged. "What! Aren't they just the ugliest things I mean they're ugly animals to start with, now they gotta have these mutated skull attachment things on the tops of them to complete the look or something!? I'm sorry I'm distracted, you go," she said, reverting her attention back to me.
"Okay.." I said, "What was your worst date ever." She looked at me and laughed.
"Oho, you guys have got to hear this. So I was asked out by this guy. He was pretty cute, you know, so I said yes. This was about uh, eighteen years ago, when I was like seventeen, ok? Anyway, he pulls up to my driveway to pick me up, after asking me out in the first place by text, ok? Ok?" The class booed loudly. "Haha, so I mean really! So he pulls up to my driveway and texts me 'I'm here.' And I'm just like DUDE. I take extra long getting my coat and stuff, cause I mean, walk up to the door! And I go out there and get in the car and he's talking on the phone. So we sit in the driveway for like, half an hour before he hangs up and asks where I wanna go. He's like, ok, so not anywhere too expensive all right? I could do like, McDonald's, or like a Burger King, or maybe I could spring for like an Applebee's. I'm deciding to milk this guy for what he's worth so I told him we were going to Applebee's. We don't talk the whole way over and when we get in there, he sits down and says like, don't get anything over like twenty bucks, ok? Anyway, I ordered like a hundred dollars worth of food and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I walked up to the waitress and I said, see that guy over there? Whatever you do, don't cancel my order. She looks over there and sees him texting on his phone and she turns to me and says oh, don't worry honey, I gotcha covered. And I left! I called my dad and I went home! Never spoke to the kid again."
The entire class erupted into applause. Cheers rang around the room and Miss B was laughing. Everyone asked her questions at once and she would occasionally laugh and answer one she actually heard, and before we knew it, she looked up at the clock and it was time to go. She released us and we walked out of the class laughing with each other and waving hearty goodbyes.
I decided that if I ever came across any situation like hers, I was going to be just as awesome as she was.
YOU ARE READING
Shae
Teen FictionA girl and her cousin have conflict between a pair of boys. One of which is Shae's best friend. The other, an amazingly attractive football jock that Shae just wants to throw off a cliff. She is a normal teenage girl, who seems to think she is "too...
